Love is one of the of the wonderful
Ingredients of life:
The color is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like crystal.
It is never ending nor had beginning;
It is like the Divine, so true
So Enduring…
Love is one of the designed
Ingredients of life:
The stroke is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like gold.
It is never rough nor had refining;
It is like the Pure Water, so clear
So alluring…
Love is one of the sweetest
Afflictions of life:
The malady is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously treasured like silver.
It is never darkened nor shining;
It is like the breath of earth, so stormy
Sometimes so calm…
Love is one of the splendored
Devotions of life:
The consequence is the whole world.
It is something we held deep
Preciously anchored like abyss.
It is never measured nor infinite;
It is like the morphic cocoon, so unpredictable
So unpretensious.
Love is never understood
By perfection of the will:
The bits of it is You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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